She was just under a year old. Nine, ten, or eleven months old. I was home alone, playing with her on the bed. Hot summer month. I was in.my shorts, she in her diaper. Somehow I fell asleep. She fell asleep too on my chest.
Then she did her business in her diaper. It was one of those semi - watery generous offers. You wonder how such a mountainous quantity of poo left such a little body. The poo woke her. I was snoring away. How she slid from my chest, undid her diaper, and proceeded to turn that poo into Daddy's face cleansing mud, I cannot tell to this day. All I know is I woke up and my face, neck, and chest were covered in poo.
